of the hell got em done bitch cut raw She begged the last nigga, on as if she suckin soft Black Superman, yeah I'm a butter law I put this hollowtip
E's And first timers, kids on whizz, darlin's on Charlie All come together for this party All races, many faces from places you never heard of Where you from
down from A to Z I can supply you with work lil' nigga, I'm like the Temp. Agency I'm in the kitchen wood chilled with the feet broke Soft white got the
y'all U.P.T. connect Keepin' it real Give em a lil respect We doin' it just like that [Mac] Feel the wrath of a solja, the Crescent City Jesus I pack a tre-deuce, got a
farm is old and operated by Alfred McClock, an eccentric man with a fascination with Civil War weaponery. McClock's chicken farms produces over 140 000 chickens a
off like a gauge, then seek the stage In a seek-and-destroy mission to burn and blaze Vanish a few, K-U-R-U-P-T, R-A-G-E and Guru Let's simplify it nigga
Every kid's got a Tec 9 or a Hand grenade Thirty-seven killed Last week in a crack war Hostges tied up And shot in a liquor store Nobody gives a fuck
death before dishonor Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor A general in war, I'm the first to bomb With a squad of trusted killers, quick
things in life, Beef wit wife, make a nigga wanna live a street life (Sing first 4 lines of first verse)
drill out your spleen my team, is the last resort, a special task force performing government hits, we catch a fast corpse then leave without a trace, your body leave without a
living like a king on some noble throne In the suburbs with a fucking Camero and a mobile home All I want is my deal back But the A&R stays put, in turn
King of the hell got em done bitch cut raw She begged the last nigga, on as if she suckin soft Black Superman, yeah I'm a butter law I put this hollowtip